Author's Note

Hey guys! Thank you so much for the alerts and reviews :)

Anyway. The note taking has started mainly because I've thought of so many different ideas when writing this chapter.

And it made me a little emotional... angry, sad... annoyed (You'll see once you've read the chapter (I shall spoiler nothing))

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-Jess

"Oh shit! What do we do?" Castiel whispered frantically his head moving from the closed door to Dean who looked completely unconcerned at the unknown law enforcement officer just on the other side of the door. "What do you have in mind?" Dean grinned his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "How about you umm… I don't know…" Castiel took a step towards Dean so their bodies almost touched; he traced his nose against the rough stubble of Dean's face. Castiel looked up into Dean's green eyes seeing them darken. "…Unlock me so I can talk to the officer, currently standing outside my door. Idiot!"

Castiel tapped his foot impatiently waiting until Dean dug his hand into his jeans and pulled out a small key. "Since you asked so nicely, turn around." Castiel turned but instead of hearing the metal click, Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist pulling him close. "What are you doing?" he snapped furiously feeling his face heat up. "Nothing." Dean murmured into Castiel's ear. "Dean please!" his heart jumped as another set of hard thumps landed on his door. "Mr. Novak! I will not ask again!" Dean sighed against his neck as a small click lifted into the air, the metal constraints around Castiel's wrists became loose as Dean fully removed them. "Go hide now!" Castiel pointed to his bedroom yet Dean completely ignored his direction and leaned against the wall.

'Okay Castiel, take a deep breath…' he tried to listen to his brain yet failed when he felt the heat of Dean's eyes on him, he lifted a shaking hand and opened the door.

"Officer, what can I do for you?" once his eyes met those of an annoyed and tired officer in a suit and tie." Detective Victor Hendrickson, just confirm you are Castiel Novak." He nodded dumbly; he resisted the urge to look around the corner of the door to see what Dean was doing. "Are you aware of a robbery that happened just around the corner of your apartment complex?" 'Oh shit!' he swallowed and quickly shook his head, trying to keep his eyes on the Detective in front of him and not the law enforcement badge or gun. "No, I arrived home from work and fell asleep straight away." Hendrickson made quick notes, and occasionally looking over Castiel's shoulder. "And can anyone confirm that?" Castiel's heart pounded. "No, I live alone."

Eyebrows rose at his answer as if the Detective knew something he didn't. "Does the name Dean Winchester mean anything to you?" Castiel was not one to lie, to be blunt he hated lying because he knew it would eventually come around and bite him hard in the ass. "Yes, I went to high school with him." The Detective gave him a strange look as if he was also aware that he had missed out some important information. "I have spoken to a few of your old school mates and they all sang the same story about you and Dean Winchester."

"Err… I don't know what you're talking about." He pulse hammered in his neck and Hendrickson rolled his eyes and closed his notepad. "Mr. Novak, yes or no. Were you and Dean Winchester ever in a relationship?" he felt his face flush. "Yes and I do not see how it's any of your business Detective." Hendrickson slammed his hand on the doorframe making Castiel jump. "I make it my business when the ex lover of a serial thief just happened to live just around the corner of a jewellery store that has just been broken into and robbed. Now has Dean Winchester been in contact with you at anytime?"

"No! I haven't had any contact with Dean Winchester for years." The leather note pad flipped opened once again and the Detective started retaking notes. "So answer me this Mr. Novak, when was the last time you saw Dean Winchester?"

The mere memory tugged at Castiel's heart, he closed his eyes briefly in an effort to stop them heating up with the emotion he thought he had locked away years ago. "I don't know around… four or five years ago." Hendrickson nodded in agreement but Castiel's nerve still singed at the end waiting for the next question. "Why did you break up?" his mouth fell open in horror. "Now that really has nothing to do with you Detective Hendrickson, but I assume you are already aware of the reason for breaking off the relationship." The Detective's dark eyes took in Castiel's fierce emotional blue eyes. "How'd it feel finding out your lover had been cheating on you throughout your high school years and the time you spent together afterwards?"

"No words can describe the feeling Detective, now are you done?" Hendrickson produced a card with his name and number on it. "Yes thank you for your time Mr. Novak, if Winchester does contact you at anytime. Don't hesitate."

Castiel closed the door as soon as Hendrickson had walked down to the stairs and had disappeared. He leaned against the wall the card held limply between his fingers. After several moments in finally looked to see Dean emerge from the shadows holding a bag in his hand. "Look Cas, I shouldn't have come here." Dean stood silently, he face full of shame as their past slowly started to unravel. "I honestly didn't know he had been digging into our past." Dean stopped talking as Castiel pushed himself from the door and sat down on the sofa trying to digest the old and new information. "Dean, just shut up okay! shut up!" he stood up again, his pain morphing into fury. "Just go okay, and don't bother coming back. I don't want to see your face or deal with any of your idiot issues or problems alright? There's nothing I can do for you Dean, and there's nothing I want to do. So leave and please don't come back."